Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1887-05-04

in love. jess was the last person in the world
to fall in love. Nor did she calculate what
the results might be to John. AS yet, at any
rate, she had no interest in Capt. Niel-of
course not.
And so things went on pleasantly enough
to all concerned in this drama till one fine
day when the storm clouds began to gather.
John had been about the farm as usual till
dinner time, after which he took his gun and
told Jantje to saddle up his shooting pony.
He was standing on the veranda, waiting for
the pony to appear, and by him was Bessie,
looking particularly attractive in a white
dress, when suddenly he caught sight of
Frank Muller's great black horse, and that
gentleman himself upon it, cantering up the
avenue of blue gums.
"Hullo, Miss Bessie, he said, "here comes
your friend"
Bother" said Bessie, stamping her foot,
and then, with quick look, "Why do you
call him my friend7"
II imagine that he considers himself so, to
Judge from the number of times week he
comes to see you," he answered, with shrug.
'GAt any rate, he isn't mine, so lam OF
shooting. Good-by. hope that you will;
enjoy yourself"
"You are not kind" she said, in a low voice,
and turning her back on him.
In another moment he was gone, and Frank
Muller had arrived. :
"How do you do; Miss Bessiel" he said,
jumping Aom his horse with the rapidity OF
man who had been accustomed to rough
riding all his life. "Where is the 'rooibaatje'
off TOT"
aCapt Mel is going out shooting" she said,
coldly.
"Ah, so much the better for you and me,
Miss Bessie! We can have pleasant talk.
Where is that black monkey, Jantjel Here,
Jantje, take my horse, you ugly devil, and
mind you look after him, or I'll cut the liver
out of you'll"
jamie took the horse, with forced grin of
appreciation at the joke, and led him off
rou1d the house.
u don't think that jamie likes you, Mein-
beer Muller" said Bessie, spitefully, aand I
don't wonder at it if you talk to him like
that He told me the other day that he had
known you for twenty years." and she looked
at him inquiringly
This casual remark produced a remarkable
effect on the visitor, who turned color be-
meath his tanned skin.
"He lies, the black hound" he said, "and
I'll put bullet through him if he says it
again! What should know about hiSi or
he about mea Can keep count Of every
miserable man monkey meeta" and he NUT
tered string of Dutch oaths into his long
beard.
''Really, meinheer!" said Bessie.
"Why do you call me 'meinheerF" lie
asked, turning so fiercely on her that she
started back step. ~ tell you am not a
Boer I am an Englishman. My mother was
English; and besides, thanks to Lord Carnar-
Won, we are all English now."
II don't see why you should mind being
thought Boer," she said, coolly; "thcre are
some very good people among the Beers, and,
besides, you used to be great patriot"
"Used to be-yes; and so the trees used to
bend to the north when the wind blew that
way, but now they bend to the south, for the
wind has turned. By and by it may set to
the north again-that is another matter
then we shall see."
Bessie made no answer, beyond pursing up
her pretty mouth and slowly picking a leaf
from the vine that trailed overhead.
The big Dutchman took off his hat and
stroked his beard perplexedly. Evidently he
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to say Twice he fixed his cold eyes on
Bessie's fair face, and twice looked down
again. The second time she took alarm.
aExcuse me one minute" she said,s and
made as though to enter the house
"Wacht cen beeche" (wait bit), he ejacu-
lated, breaking into Dutch in his agitation,
and even catching hold of her white dress
with his big hand.
She drew the dress from him with quick
twist of her 1.-the form, and turned and faced
him.
II beg your pardon" she said, in tone
that could not be called encouraging; "you
were going to say something"
"Yes-ah, that isl was going to say"
and he paused.
Bessie stood with polite look OF expecta-
ton on her face and waited.
II was going to say--that, in short, that I
want to marry you!"
"Oh!n said Bessie, with start.
"Listen," lie went on, hoarsely, his words
gathering force as he proceeded, as is the way
even with uncultured people when they speak
from the heart. "Listen! I love you, Bessie;
I have loved you for three years. Every
time have seen you have loved you more.
Don't say me nay-you don't know how
love you dream of you every night; some
times dream that hear your dress rustling,
and then you come and kiss me, and it is like
being in heaven"
Here Bessie made gesture Of disgust.
"There, 1 have offended you, but don't be
angry with me. I am very rich, Bessie;
there is the place here, and then have four
farms in Lydenburg and 10, 900 morgen up in
Woto ,,,l JoF hac;Ioc
sheep and horses and money in the bank.
You shall have everything your own way"
he went on, seeing that the inventory of his
goods did not appear to impress her-"every-
thing-the house shall be English fashion;
will build new sit-kame Sitting room), and
it shall be furnished from Natal. There.
love you, say. You won't say no, will
youp and he caught her by the hand.
~ am very much obliged to you, Mr.. Null
ler," answered Bessie, snatching away her
hand; "but--in short, cannot marry you.
No, it is no use, cannot, indeed. There,
please say no more, here comes my uncle.
Forget all about it, Mr. Muller"
Her suitor looked up; there was old Silas
Croft coming. sure enough, but he was some
way Off and walking slowly.
"Do you mean it!" be said beneath his
breath.
eyes, yes, of course I mean it. Why do
you force HE to repeat it3"
ut is that id roolbaatje," he broke out.
"You used not to be like this before. Curse
him, the white livered Englshman! I will
be even with him yet; and tell you what it
is, Bessie; you shall marry lie whether you
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